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My Wonderful Obsession
Part 6: Springtime
Mom and I went back to the mall at the end of March to choose my suit and
pick up Julia's dress. I had already decided which suit I liked best, and
when I tried it on again Mom agreed that it was perfect. I told the
salesman I'd take it, and he marked the pants for hemming up, saying it
would be ready to pick up in a few days. At the girls' clothing shop I
found the same salesgirl who had helped us before, and as promised, she
told us we could now buy the dress for forty percent off. But while Mom
was inspecting it, she noticed that a seam had come apart at the zipper,
so the salesgirl got her manager to come over and help. The woman looked
at the dress, then at me, and asked me if it fit well. I felt a little
nervous with Mom listening, so I simply said yes. Then she told me I
should consider getting hair extensions, because as she put it, that
style of dress would look fabulous on me if I had longer hair. Neither
Mom nor I could say a single word! The lady continued, "I can offer you
another twenty percent off if you take it as-is." I thanked her and said
we'd take the dress. When the girl rang it through, however, she simply
took off sixty percent so we ended up getting it for $140! Mom said she
could easily fix the seam back home. I was thrilled that Julia was going
to wear my favorite dress - and the best part was, she couldn't refuse
now that I'd called her bluff! But then would come the tricky part: hair
and makeup.
On the way out to the car Mom was silent for a while, but once we started
driving she said, "Okay, Sandy, that little episode in the girls' store
reminded me that you still have something you haven't shared with me yet.
'Oh no, what could it be now,' I wondered.
"Umm, can you tell me what it's about?" I asked her, hoping it really
wasn't what I was sure it would be.
"Well, it's been more than two weeks since the weekend you started
working for the Taylors, and I've been waiting patiently for you to tell
me your little secret." She paused, and my heart skipped a beat. "You
dressed like a girl to wait on tables, isn't that right?" Now it stopped
completely.
"Um ... yes, that's right, Mom," I mumbled, dreading the rest of this
conversation. "Did you find my clothes at home?"
"Clothes at home? No ... oh, does that mean you're still doing it? I
thought it was only for the first catering job. Actually I found out
about it on the very first night.
"You DID? How?" Now I felt totally embarrassed.
"Alexander, mothers ALWAYS share everything about their kids. Mrs. Taylor
phoned me from the church before the event started to tell me what you
and Julia were up to. She offered to drive you home right away if I
didn't approve of you doing that."
"You mean you didn't mind?!"
"Well, I talked it over with Mrs. Taylor for a few minutes. I will admit
I wasn't comfortable with the idea at first, but she explained the whole
situation and I decided there'd be no harm in letting you go ahead with
it. I never doubted you could do it, but I did expect you'd tell me when
you got home. Why didn't you?"
"Oh, Mom, I couldn't tell you. I didn't know what you'd think. I'm
supposed to be your son, and sons don't dress up like girls."
Mom laughed a little. "Some do, for Halloween and things like that. But I
used to dress you up as a girl when you were young, so I can't get too
mad at you if you want to do it yourself. Maybe it's my fault you're
doing it now."
"Mom, it's not your fault, it's mine. I made a promise to Julia that I'd
do whatever she wanted me to if she'd agree to dress up nice for the
dance. How was I supposed to know she'd make me wear a skirt?"
Mom laughed and giggled. "Oh, so that's what it was all about! That
Julia, she really is a troublemaker. Well, I suppose now you've learned a
lesson about what kind of promises to make - but at least you kept your
promise and that was the right thing to do. But why are you still wearing
the skirt at work?"
I explained the sticky situation I and Mrs. Taylor would be in if I
'changed sex' after the first job. Mom listened, then gave me a lecture
about weaving a tangled web when we try to deceive others. I could
understand completely.
"Well, Sandy, I'm glad it's all in the open between you and me now.
Remember, I'm your mother and you don't need to keep any secrets from me.
You can tell me anything and you won't get in trouble ... well, if you get
a girl pregnant you sure will!"
"So you're okay with me working for the Taylor's? Mom, I really like the
job and the extra money's nice to have too. If I have to wear a skirt
it's a small price to pay." I hoped she'd agree.
"Yes, you can, but I'll have to tell your brother what you're doing.
He'll find out sooner or later, anyway." I started to protest, but she
cut me off. "Sandy, if you want to keep the job I have to tell Philip.
Don't worry, he won't make fun of you, and he won't be mean to you - I
promise."
This WAS getting to be a tangled web, I thought. But I couldn't imagine
how I'd feel if Phil saw me in my outfit, so I promised myself that it
just wouldn't be allowed to happen. "Mom, that really sucks. But I guess
you know best. Just tell him I'm doing it for the money and maybe he'll
understand and leave me alone." That would be almost too much to hope
for.
*****
The following Saturday evening, I was getting ready to go out to another
catering job. Mom came into my room and said, "Sandy, why don't you put
your serving clothes on here at home? Philip's out for the evening and I
can drive you ..." She paused. "Well, to be perfectly honest, I really want
to see what you look like."
I was afraid this might happen. 'Here goes', I thought. "Okay, I guess I
could if you promise not to laugh." Mom nodded agreement and ducked out
of the room while I changed. When she came back and saw me she smiled and
said, "You look very nice, Sandy." I thought her eyes looked moist. "I
haven't seen you like this for many years." She positioned me in front of
my big mirror and began tugging at my shirt, adjusting it slightly. Then
she used my hairbrush to experiment with a couple of different styles,
but there was only so much she could do with my short locks. I decided I
needed to let my hair grow a little longer.
"So how do you like wearing a skirt?" she inquired innocently. Was this a
trick question?
"It's okay, I guess. It took me a while to get used to the feeling of
cold legs - and not having socks on is a bit different. Do you think my
legs look all right?"
"Oh, they're fine, they have a nice shape. No hair to worry about,
either. And your legs won't feel so cold if you wear pantyhose. I could
loan you a pair ..."
"That's okay, Mom. The other girls don't wear them so I shouldn't
either."
"What do people call you?"
"Just Sandy, but if they want my full name I say 'Alexandra'. Mom looked
pleased when she heard that. She checked me over carefully for another
minute or so, then I said, "Well we should get going. I need to be there
in half an hour."
*****
Mrs. White's spring voice recital went extremely well, not just for me
but for all her other students, too. I was very pleased that my voice had
yet to break. I was also happy that my Mom was there to support me.
"Sandy, I can't get over how beautiful you sing now," she complimented me
when the recital was over. "I hope you keep studying with Mrs. White."
"I want to, Mom," I agreed, "except my voice will be changing any day
now, and I might not sound any good after that." I prayed for a miracle,
that my voice wouldn't change for another year.
Kath had asked for and received a Karaoke machine for her birthday that
year. We almost wore it out the first day during the party! Her parents
had included a few song discs, so we tried singing just about everything
on them that we knew, and some we didn't as well. One disc had a lot of
old country songs on it. My favorites were by Patsy Cline - 'Crazy' and
'I Fall to Pieces'. Kath's Mom and Dad came downstairs while I was
singing one of them, wondering who that voice belonged to, and were
shocked to discover it was mine! Mr. Thomas said I sounded just like the
real Patsy Cline! That was a bit embarrassing, but I simply explained
that my voice lessons were to blame.
We later bought discs of some our favorite newer songs so we could have a
blast belting them out solo or in harmony. The most fun ones were from
the 80's, with songs from female acts like Blondie and Cyndi Lauper.
Kath had forgiven me, sort of, for agreeing to be Julia's date for the
dance before she had the chance to ask me. I reminded Kath that she
previously told me dances weren't her 'thing', but she still managed to
get a few movie dates out of me as penance. Her choice, of course. One
that I probably enjoyed even more than she did was a sing-along version
of 'The Sound of Music', which we attended around her fifteenth birthday.
It was a blast - people in the audience were dressed up as nuns, or
Maria, or wore lederhosen and Tyrolean hats. We just looked normal, but
when it came to the singing parts we were right up there with the best of
them. Kath had the movie on VHS tape, and we'd watched it so many times
that we knew every word of every song. For me, it was just one more nudge
to keep up with my singing and maybe, if I was very lucky, be able to
perform in a stage musical one day.
*****
Before I knew it the spring dance was less than a week away, so I
ratcheted up the pressure on Julia to get her hair and makeup done. She'd
paid me back when she picked up the dress from our house, and we'd
already shopped successfully for her shoes. She even agreed to wear
pantyhose, but that was probably an easy decision since they'd do some of
what pants did for her, namely de-emphasize her legs, as long as she wore
dark ones. I thought her legs looked fine, but to Julia they were too
chubby to show off.
"So should I go ahead and book you in at the beauty shop my Mom goes to,
or are you going to do it on your own?" I prodded while we were eating
lunch at school.
"Sandy, give it a rest!" said Julia. "You know me well enough by now -
I'm not a beauty shop kind of girl. What you see is what you get."
"Julia," I began slowly, "In case you forgot, I put myself way out there
for you. I'd say it was, like, going way beyond the call of duty. The
least you could do is play along with me and let me get you all fixed up
nice. I promise you'll look fantastic!"
She looked into my eyes, probably for signs of insincerity, but I knew
she wouldn't find any because I was one hundred percent serious about
this. I knew she'd look wonderful, and I was sure she'd thank me
afterwards.
"Why did I ever trick you into doing that?" she finally said. "I liked
you better as a boy in the first place, and now it's come back to bite
me. Figures." She took a breath. "Okay, I'm going to agree just this
once, but it's against my better judgment. Just don't make me look like
my Mom, whatever you do."
"Wow, that's great! I'll call our hairdresser and try to get an
appointment for Saturday afternoon. The dance doesn't start till seven."
I got up and headed out to the pay phone near the front entrance, then
called the number.
"Turning Heads Salon," answered a voice at the other end. "May I help
you?"
"Yes, this is Sandy Johnson. Can I book an appointment for my girlfriend
with Karen? She always does me and my Mom, Isabel Johnson."
"Oh, hello Sandy. What day and what time would you like?"
"Saturday afternoon some time?" I replied hopefully.
"And what does she want done? Just a haircut?"
"Oh, no - her hair's already too short. Can she get hair extensions put
in? And she needs a makeup job too - I mean she needs her makeup done.
Oh, and nails too if you have the time. We're going to a big school dance
that night."
"Sounds wonderful. How does three-thirty sound? It'd be a ninety minute
appointment."
"That's perfect. We'll be there at three-thirty. Bye-bye!"
I rushed back and told Julia the news, but she didn't look too thrilled.
"Remember?" I said while putting my arm around her shoulder, "this will
be just the most fun you've ever had!"
"I was thinking the guillotine might be more fun," she said solemnly.
*****
Mom drove Julia and me to the salon on Saturday. As we were going in, I
told Julia, "Now don't make a fuss - everything's all set. Mom and I were
here this morning looking at books with all the different hairstyles. We
picked your nail color too."
Our hairstylist Karen met us and directed Julia to a chair that allowed
her head to rest over a small sink, then she set about shampooing it and
applying conditioner. Then she put her hair in large rollers and sat her
back up. Another girl came over and started working on Julia's
fingernails and toenails. Soon they were all done in hot pink with clear
gloss sealer, and the same girl started on her face. Julia was facing
away from the mirror, but I could see her progress just fine. In about
twenty minutes the girl swung the chair around to face the mirror. Julia
gasped when she caught sight of her face.
"Oh my God, I look so grown up," she said in awe. "As in, grown up just
the right amount!"
"You definitely don't look at all like your Mom," I added. Her face was
stunning, but she still looked under twenty. Just the right amount of eye
makeup, and a little blush on her cheeks. Her lips were hot pink to match
her nails. I loved it and told her so. What I didn't tell her is that I
felt quite envious!
As the hair extensions started going in, Julia looked at me with concern,
but I just smiled back and nodded knowingly. When the manager at the
dress store mentioned hair extensions, I had decided then and there that
Julia had to have them come hell or high water.
Soon she was all done and once again she got the 'big reveal'. Julia was
speechless, for once. I said, "Now you really DO look ravishing. You're
going to make all the guys jealous of me tonight."
"That'll be the day," she said, more out habit than conviction. I was
sure Julia was genuinely impressed with her new fancy look. Her hair was
now shoulder-length, except that it was mostly put up and held in place
with bobby pins. Tendrils of hair hung down on one side of her face. But
the pi?ce de resistance was a black ribbon bow attached high on the other
side. "Oh, Sandy, this is so way over the top. You did a lot of work to
make it happen. Thank you." She gazed into my eyes with that beautiful
face of hers.
I was already getting more of those warm tingles, but when she looked at
me like that I could also feel something growing between my legs.
Apparently the whole experience was too much for me, too! Luckily Julia's
Mom appeared at the entrance to pick us up, so we said our thank-you's to
the salon girls, collected an extra pink lipstick for touch-ups, and I
paid the bill while her Mom congratulated Julia on looking so gorgeous.
Back in the car, Julia elbowed me, saying, "You paid for all that! How
much do I owe you?"
"Well, how about no arguments or complaints for starters. And a fun time
at the dance, too. I'll try to think of some other ways you can repay
me," I said with a wink. "Uh, nothing immoral, though!" I added quickly
in case Mrs. Taylor was listening. I could see Julia's pink lips mouth
the words, "Too bad."
They dropped me off at my house and Julia went home to hers to finish
getting ready. I had eaten dinner and was all set by six-thirty when they
arrived back. Mrs. Taylor had decided that she and Julia would pick me up
to avoid having to explain the unexplainable to Mr. Taylor. Besides, she
said, at our age it wasn't really an 'official date', just two kids
attending the school dance together. So all Mr. Taylor would think was
that Sandy and his daughter were accompanying each other to the dance.
Julia looked stunning in her complete outfit with her hair and makeup
done. I could tell her Mom was almost beside herself with pride (or maybe
shock?) that her awkward, plain-Jane daughter had been transformed into
beauty pageant material. She'd even convinced Julia to wear perfume and a
pair of dressy clip-on earrings she had. Our Moms took lots of pictures
of the two of us, then we set out for the school.
What can I say - we had an amazing time. Especially Julia! She turned a
lot of heads that evening and received tons of compliments, not just from
other girls that knew her but also those who didn't. I don't think too
many people noticed me at all when I was near Julia. And we danced
together or in a group with other kids most of the night.
About halfway through the evening, Julia asked me if we could step
outside for some air. The school had an enclosed outdoor courtyard that
they allowed students to smoke in, but that's the only place you could go
where they'd still allow you back in, so we headed out there. So much for
'fresh' air, but what she really wanted was to cool off and chat with me
a bit.
"Sandy, this is the best night of my entire life!" she blurted out when
we were all alone. "I don't know what to say to you - how could I have
been so damn stubborn about getting dressed up? I should have trusted you
... I'm so sorry I gave you so much trouble."
I was enjoying hearing Julia eat crow almost as much as being her date
for the dance. "You sure did give me a lot of trouble. The things I had
to do to get you to do this - at least you admit you were wrong. From now
on you need to trust your buddy Sandy not to lead you astray."
Julia laughed and her eyes sparkled as she snuggled up beside me. Before
I knew what I was doing, my arm was around her bare shoulders. As we
continued to chat, our faces gradually grew nearer, until they were
almost touching. Then Julia said, "Sandy, you were right about something
else, too."
"Something else? What?"
"You said I'd be so happy I'd want to marry to marry you on the spot."
She turned a little so she could look into my eyes. "I do," she breathed,
and pressed her lips onto mine. It was my first real kiss, and with the
taste of her lipstick and flood of warm tingles all over me, I found
myself wanting it to go on forever. But the teacher who was monitoring
the courtyard came over and politely but firmly suggested we cool it.
Good thing, I guess, since I now had a very noticeable bulge in my pants.
Well, at least noticeable to Julia and me! She didn't seem as shocked as
I was embarrassed, because she asked simply while nodding in the
direction of my lap, "Is that how you say I do, too?" I had no reply to
that one!
The rest of the evening went in the blink of an eye. It truly was a
fantastic night, and even Justin Bradford and his cronies seemed to be on
good behavior - even though we passed by them several times, we didn't
hear a single negative comment ... well, maybe a whistle or two directed at
Julia. All too soon it was over and Julia's Mom was driving us home,
pumping us both for details on how the evening went. We sat together on
one of the bench seats in the back and held hands the whole way.
Back home, Mom also wanted to know the details. I told her about
everything, even the kiss. She seemed pretty happy for me, and I could
tell she was very proud of what I'd done for Julia.
"That was quite the makeover you organized for her," she said. "What a
lucky girl to have such a good friend. Do you think she'll dress a bit
better from now on?"
"I wouldn't count on THAT," I laughed. "Julia seems kind of stuck in a
rut when it comes to her appearance. She thinks she has to hide from
something, I guess." Mom nodded her agreement. "But I'm going to keep
bugging her about it. Maybe I've got a little more credibility after
tonight."
"Just remember to handle her very carefully," Mom advised. "Girls today
have huge issues with self-image. One dance isn't going to cure that."
I thought she might be right about that, but wouldn't you know it - when
I saw Julia the following Monday morning she definitely looked a little
different. Her extensions were still in place, and she had her hair
styled quite nicely. Her eyeliner was even done better.
*****
By now, Phil and Natalie had become an 'item'. Not only were they dating
up a storm, but Natalie was often at our house visiting. I had to be very
careful about leaving 'girl' evidence around my room because she often
came up unannounced and dropped in to chat with me or listen while I
practiced my singing. I thought she was such a beautiful girl, and her
whole personality was beautiful too; at one point I realized that I now
had another female role model besides my Mom. Phil was a very lucky guy,
I thought, and I told him so on more than one occasion. I hoped they'd
stay together a lot longer than he did with his previous girlfriends.
*****
My seven-month supply of pills ran out just after the spring dance. I
decided to wait and see how my face did before trying to get more, but
like the last time I went off them, It only took a week and a half for
the first zits to reappear. This time Mom noticed almost before I did.
"Honey, it looks like that acne doesn't know when to quit. But taking one
pill every two days seemed to keep it under control. What do you think
you want to do next?"
"Probably go back on the pill for a while. I heard that being out in the
sun helps a lot, so maybe I only need to take them until school's out."
That was less than a month away now. "Do you think you could get me some
more?"
"Hmm, well, if it's only another month or so, I don't see any harm in
that. You seemed to do okay so far, didn't you? I've still got two
renewals left, so I'll pick some more up today."
"Thanks a million, Mom - someday I'll be able to pay you back for being
so supportive."
Mom laughed and said, "You already do, every day. I don't know what I'd
do without your help around the house. And you don't give me any trouble
at all." 'Like some other guy that lives here?' I thought to myself.
Maybe that was the trick to getting my way - just be the opposite of
whoever was causing grief and aggravation.
Back on the pill again, my zits shrunk and disappeared in a couple of
weeks. We were into final exams now, so I was spending most evenings
studying. For the first time I had to turn down a catering job, but I
promised to be available for the next one, which was a big grad
celebration for a high school on the other side of town. Mrs. Taylor said
they'd need everyone they could get for that one. Mom had mentioned to me
that Mrs. Taylor asked her if she might want to help out that evening,
but she had wanted to talk to me about it first. Wow -- the prospect of
working together like mother and daughter was kind of scary but exciting.
"Wouldn't you feel strange dressing as a girl with me around?" she asked.
"I think I'm okay with it, Mom. You're not very judgmental, and besides
the Taylors could really use the extra help."
"I know, and I still wanted to do something for them after they helped us
get set up on the computer. Why don't you call Mrs. Taylor and tell her
if she needs me, I can be there."
I phoned right away and Julia answered. "Hi lover boy, what's up?"
I told her about Mom offering to work the grad, and she gasped, "But
you'll be in your girly outfit! Won't she freak?"
"Uh, no, actually she knows all about it. She found out the very first
night. But she says she's cool with it, as long as I am."
"What about me? What if I'm not cool with it?" she asked.
"Gee, and who was it that made me dress up like that in the first place?
Ever heard that old saying, about a tangled web we weave when we deceive?
Well, you and I are both kinda stuck with this little masquerade - at
least for a while, I mean. As soon as my voice changes, I'm going to be
outta there. But I'm going to work as much as I can till then 'cause I
can sure use the money."
"Well, since you put it like that, I guess I'm cool with it too. I just
like having a nice boyfriend - accent on the 'boy' part. Can you blame
me?"
"I guess not - and I like having a nice girlfriend, accent on the 'girl'
part. You can't blame me for that, either."
To be continued ...
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